I used to love
this paramour,
a cavalier in my distress,
an affair I haven't had before,
like authentic heaven
in constructed gold
he bends his crotch
while i yearn for more;
to the strange senses i have never felt,
onto the person i was never meant;
the lavish hive, the infinite wine,
an immunity to whatever crime,
or a gram of pot for a flick of joy,
in trade for all these endless woes;
a single touch, a dab of kiss,
for a bond with all these mortal bliss;
today i curse as i reminisce,
the paramour who's after all a bane
to my existence or to whatever's left,
who quantified my value and my honor,
leaving me empty, devouring for more;
who took away all my respect,
i earned for years with my closest friends,
who showed me all the fleeting things-
fame, power and all there is,
yet made me discern what my true worth is,
far from that scrap of paper,
who, in turn, was a hypocrite.
12/27/15
this paramour,
a cavalier in my distress,
an affair I haven't had before,
like authentic heaven
in constructed gold
he bends his crotch
while i yearn for more;
to the strange senses i have never felt,
onto the person i was never meant;
the lavish hive, the infinite wine,
an immunity to whatever crime,
or a gram of pot for a flick of joy,
in trade for all these endless woes;
a single touch, a dab of kiss,
for a bond with all these mortal bliss;
today i curse as i reminisce,
the paramour who's after all a bane
to my existence or to whatever's left,
who quantified my value and my honor,
leaving me empty, devouring for more;
who took away all my respect,
i earned for years with my closest friends,
who showed me all the fleeting things-
fame, power and all there is,
yet made me discern what my true worth is,
far from that scrap of paper,
who, in turn, was a hypocrite.
12/27/15
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